~ !The First Snow Fall! ~


Aika Borba, Author

Some of you may be like Lorelei Gilmore and may have smelled the snow coming, or like me, were surprised by the snow yesterday late in the afternoon. If you didn’t notice last night, you may have noticed this morning when you walked out your door to find your grass covered in snow mush. Today it was also supposed to snow slightly heavier in Worcester. You can expect snow again next Saturday, though many of you may be away due to Thanksgiving break. I hope many of you have used it as an excuse to whip out your Christmas sweaters and start listening to Christmas music on repeat (if you celebrate Christmas), because I know I have.

❄ I smell snow! ❄ | Gilmore Girls: Stars Hollow Amino

Here is a poem about the first snow, with a little drama at the end.

The First Snowfall

James Russell Lowell – 1819-1891

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
   And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
   With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock
   Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
   Was ridged inch deep with pearl.

From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
   Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow,
The stiff rails were softened to swan’s-down,
   And still fluttered down the snow.

I stood and watched by the window
   The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
   Like brown leaves whirling by.

I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
   Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently,
   As did robins the babes in the wood.

Up spoke our own little Mabel,
   Saying, “Father, who makes it snow?”
And I told of the good All-father
   Who cares for us here below.

Again I looked at the snow-fall,
   And thought of the leaden sky
That arched o’er our first great sorrow,
   When that mound was heaped so high.

I remembered the gradual patience
   That fell from that cloud-like snow,
Flake by flake, healing and hiding
   The scar of our deep-plunged woe.

And again to the child I whispered,
   “The snow that husheth all,
Darling, the merciful Father
   Alone can make it fall!”

Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
   And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
   Folded close under deepening snow.

Here is a line for the Taylor Swift song “All Too Well” about how the first snow is so mesmerizing and unforgettable!